Hip hop's bounty, hunter
Mother, o my mother!
You was bigger than an artist
Obama and bill clint,
Wale dc said we on joe
He cried like a baby eya-eya o
Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still
Yo u picked the wrong fight, time to pay heres the bill
I'm gon remember her, but still
Heh, now don't go all kill bill
If you felt some guilt when you red this bill
Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still
Mama made her pretty
I'm a grade a o g
O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
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